I’m in my bedroom right now looking at the art I made last year …arrrhhh the memories. Days when I could roam the bike-paths around campus and follow my nose with a camera in hand.
I made a number of collages representing my psychogeographical explorations, people would talk to me and ask me what I’m doing. We would stand next to each other and not worry about the proximity of our vulnerable bodies. The freedom of that time will never play out again. I’m still in my bedroom as you read this.